I know that you love them
but sometimes you hate ’em
want to hug them and hold in
all the pain their displaying

Equal sense of frustration
versus a sense of
gratification,
you need to take a vacation
from your human relations,

got the whole population
of this ****** up nation
praying for a release from
their problems and exploitation

and as you struggle to escape them
you still want to save them,
but they act like little children
who worship what imprisons them.

at times we tend to think
our democracy is safely founded and secure
only eventually we recognize
the need to constantly defend its fundamental rights
work steadily against their stealthy abolition
watch carefully the words of politicians
       lest they betray what they pretend to say
think twice for whom we cast our votes
avoid contenders who too often bray
     that these were not their quotes  
listen to those who have good arguments
     do not unleash too easy sentiments
and in the end cast our votes when called

in short  
democracy turns out to be hard work

     in case we shirk this
     we soon pay the price

unfree societies have known
     dictatorship  corruption  vice
have often needed centuries
to remedy injuries done
to find their four freedoms

and to recognize
democracy remains a living promise
a brilliant idea with many faces
always a work in progress

in today´s virtual worlds we take our avatars
to meet with others of their kind
in that cute coffee shop in neverland

hoping that one of many current superheroes
shows up for a quick drink before another dangerous task
like fighting dragons threatening fair damsels
       killing the blinded one-eyed giant
       defeating hordes of wild insurgents
       saving our planet from superior but evil aliens

old fairy tales and myths
       it seems
have donned contemporary virtual garbs
changed names and weapons
to happily exude their fascination
on yet another generation
hungry for adventures
that take them far away
from their quotidian battles for survival

I sit pondering
old autumn days
when I would play
my cassette tapes,
while my OCD
would entreat me
to organize my
comic book collection.
Then do
my comic book card
collection to.

She runs away in her sleep
Only to find paradise
In her lover's venomous kiss

All things change.
Rivers shift
their paths
and find
new points of release.
That water we see
will never flow
exactly the same.

All things change.
Feelings find
different levels
and different people
feel differently
every single day.

All things change.
Branches shift
with wind and water,
swaying and growing
at the same time,
living today,
but dying partly tomorrow.

All things change.
Jobs are lost.
Cities expand.
Businesses move.
Libraries do to.
Even loved ones
move on.

All things change.
We remember
and forget,
prune and regrow,
even though we know
we to will die.